Bulging blood slipstream, I emerged into air
annoying and bored, divided red into slots
pachinko bubble maelstrom, all us roaring scavengers
feasting on the flow of chaff, strafe and circle triggering
a button-mash uppercut, charlie brown bouncing
along a bright blue light, dart and tagging daylight
showers afloat and smiling, losers were white-washed wet
tasting the ground on the asphalt, deaf and numb to them
I’m sorry Scott at end Eric, I would cut you and laugh
in ways I may have felt justified, I floated a giggling
coliseum spectator, I was justified vile
I’m sorry Scott, I posed a phantom enmity
for you you were very funny, but your chuckle gurgled
and you wiped boogers, and on your bare arms
or so they said, though I never saw it
I could imagine it, you could’ve been a big bully
instead you were gross, sweet and gentle and icky
with a heart of gold, but I don’t know what good I did
as I could’ve met your gaze, fuller pressed your palm
but they were watching, but I was small and weak
in frame and spirit, I can’t lose what friends I have
I daily sanctified, my faith in the laughter
and brotherly revelry, sweeping the world away
with our callous nature, cackling at victims
mocking virus infection, nothing is at all authentic
in my irony chain mail, no skin is exposed
as plates become spines, none may near me
for I never think about them, what do I care I ask
about my conceptual guilt, a fact sober puddle showing
we are all what we all are, for now and forever on.
I reject my own theory, I am not cruelty incarnate
or an ape with a club, there is more to society
built on bone rubble holes, sunken in a black hole
wealth sucks within, coaxing a violent flame
for art’s sake, an implanted desire of life that is
art can be subverted, directed to poison its own ends
expounding on an evil, seducing the weak and venal
kindness loving loyalty, we can love the oppressors
trusting molesters and nazi’s, trusting scammers and thieves
till in the mirror is a stranger, so we are to know how
the greatest good is reason, daily dedicate ourselves
signing the pledge of truth, true now and ever we know
no hate love or sympathy, we must follow Kant
by categorical imperative, golden rule redux is
the maxim by which you act, should work for all
to do what everyone should, even though they won’t
one must hold himself above, serenely overlooking
morality landscapes, wrong is was will be wrong
adolescent ankle cutting, as I once participated in
I know and I’m sorry fellas, but I think this is it
for poetic apology, children are cruel as I was
cannibal pundits in a pit, soul-sucking clown poison
either you’re a victim, or you’re a torment storm
for silence is no acquittal, we all did or allowed it
because it happened, but now what’s to do but
apologize to their faces, this will never happen
nor to their voices or eyes, just to this poem,\
which I think this is enough, it’s all they’ll get anyway.